"Mo Ying, I need to observe your memory from a third-person perspective."

"No problem."

In an instant, based on Mo Ying's thoughts, Feng Yi concluded that a quantum wave radiation is equivalent to the maximum value of the hyperspace circumference of an observable event horizon, thereby deducing that the central black hole is located in a collapsed zero-dimensional spacetime of this universe, spanning 12800*2800000000 light-years.

"Whew!"

As the stream of consciousness transformed, the observer appeared within the central black hole. The third-person viewpoint scanned while Feng Yi simultaneously located the coordinate of this subdesignated area circulated within the Multiverse: the RM136A1 galaxy.

This is a region of ultra-heavy space; the extremely compressed environment has already fallen to a zero-dimensional spacetime point. Apart from Mo Ying's high-dimensional resistance, everyone's physical bodies instantaneously transformed into quantum particles...

Boom...

Under transcendent guidance, the observer's perspective shifted again to a mother-child universe; herein lies the primordial space of the gravitational universe. Dimensional fluctuations opportunistically destabilized, extending parallel spacetime branches of infinite dimensions like undulating mirrors that fill this enormous region. The annihilation and resurgence of matter and antimatter resemble a battlefield at high noon, constantly erupting with death rays exceeding any previously known intensity.

"Is this merely the third dimension?"

"Indeed, extreme high-dimensional environments are far more violent than what you observe, rendering this place insignificant in comparison."

"That's quite intriguing."

Thus, it's concluded that a known plane universe of 851157846468746874914 eras represents infinite dimensional branches. Hence, the probability of pinpointing 65022964 multi-dimensional spaces is far more elusive than the aforementioned number...

Swish!

A microscopic flower quietly blossomed within Feng Yi's stream of consciousness. Its subtle structure was far more imperceptible than the God particle, and when the microscopic flower, reduced to its limit, vanished completely, it instantly reflected the magnificent waves of the macroscopic universe... Here are mountains and rivers, the rhythm of the cosmos, and countless voices of all dimensions.

Biological entities, animals, plants—whether of low intelligence or creators of civilization—the instant the transcendent power erupted, this world came to a complete halt, as even time ceased to hold significance.

There was a carnivorous vine with a lifespan of three hundred years, seemingly providing no further clues besides its bodily memory exploration.

There was a mid-level civilization species; a hundred thousand years of technological leaps made them understand the universe more deeply, yet they still didn't clearly know which dimension they inhabited.

There was a high-level civilization species that, despite repeated losses in their evolution, stubbornly chose to move forward. With their diligent hands, they continually created miracles, ultimately freeing their intellect from corporeal limits to achieve immortality.

The Mayaleti Civilization, in its early stage of high-level civilization, achieved transformation of thoughts, unification of spirit; the people of this punk world no longer relied on the physical body and grasped the fundamental physical concepts of multi-dimensional space-time.

Unfortunately, residing in the third dimension, they only understood the basic structure of the Multiverse. Their linear development, lacking direction, was insufficient to explore further...

But it's already enough: a dimensional line's parallel structure represents infinite dimensional branch nodes, and he will inevitably perceive the overlap of nodes.

Buzzing...

In this moment, the dimensional nodes resembled a straight line. As they passed through, Feng Yi's consciousness lit up consecutively, and the observer's flowing awareness immediately shaped the intricate structure. This blueprint resembled a vast network connecting multi-dimensional spaces, where even higher dimensions seemed no longer abstract...

So, crossing dimensions is all about this...

Time, having halted, proceeded onward. Meanwhile, Feng Yi leaped from the third dimension to the sixth-dimensional space-time, transcending from 0 to 1, rather than slowly probing through dimension nodes.

"This is it."

In the sixth dimension, Feng Yi's mental awareness was momentarily bewildered...

Overlooking the Canying Universe, this starry sky was extremely tranquil; everything was replaced by void, and the end of the observable universe had no end. The concept of multiplicity suddenly made him exceptionally clear.

There's no denying Feng Yi's deficient vocabulary was inadequate to describe the immersive sensory experience. When immersed, you gaze intently, feeling that the logical illusions make the end of the world within reach, yet in fact, it remains unapproachable. However... the basic elements of this universe seemed only darkness and speed, incompatible with the term 'Canying'; could it be this is the meaning Mo Ying referred to, of the Canying Universe's nonexistence, the true disappearance...

At this thought, Feng Yi involuntarily wished to touch this starry sky. The transcendent power guided his shattered body to reassemble once more...

Whoosh...

First came a pang of pain as Feng Yi's physical body instantly dispersed, proving indeed ineffective.

"You need not try; even my current body may not be able to resist the spatial structure of the Canying Universe."

"You...?"

"Yes," Mo Ying sighed, "I've lingered too long in the third-dimensional space; when a fish adapts to life on land, perhaps the sea is no longer its territory."

"Perhaps so, but the fish still yearns for its homeland."

To this remark from Feng Yi, Mo Ying did not respond further. It seemed to fall into a momentary reminiscence...

For a time, Feng Yi, too, fell silent... Indeed, even Mo Ying is no exception. It has helped me extensively, yet as friends, perhaps this degree seems insufficient for recompense. Although it harbors no grievances, given the chance, Feng Yi also wishes to do something for it, because he has observed its memory and can deeply feel its sentiments.

"Mo Ying!"

"Hmm?"

With a cry from Feng Yi, his consciousness instantly transformed into reality, buzzing...

In the opening and closing of his clasp, a faint halo lingered within Feng Yi's palm, initially not glaring. Yet in this void universe, it appeared exceptionally brilliant, "Look, this is for you!"

"What!?"

Amidst the oppressive high-dimensional power, Feng Yi seemed exceedingly strained; the light in his hand continued to shine brilliantly. As the form of light grew ever-finer and smaller, at the moment of the halo's most radiant, it seemed the color of eternal deep space, reflecting the primordial semblance of the Canying Universe.

As time passed, the universe gradually gained a tint of gray-white... The hue of the halo in Feng Yi's hand also reached its zenith at this instant.

But alas, the flower will eventually wither, just like this inherently imperfect world; as insects constantly consume, the petals will ultimately wither.

In the relentless consumption by insects... amid the endless tear of mysterious power, as the flower gradually withered, as the halo fully extinguished, as the stars vanished entirely, the glow within Feng Yi's hand flickered intermittently, bursting with its final color at the moment of annihilation.

From a distant perspective, celestial bodies also illuminated the entire Canying skyline in the instant of the black hole's engulfment.

The microscopic flower utterly vanished... photons pierced the infinite starry sky, with only scattered petals still fluttering through the air...

The cosmic celestial bodies disappeared... yet ignited the Canying Universe at this moment, leaving only the scattered sparks still flying and burning...

The micro end is the macro end, the micro structure is the macro structure, the macro state is the micro state, and the macro change is the micro change—Observer Feng Yi.

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